refuse to be a teacher

Therefore, at the bottom of the uninhabited Xixin Valley, day and night alternate, the sun and the moon alternate, and in the vast expanse of heaven and earth, it seems that there is only a simple wooden house that is enough to shelter from the wind and rain, enclosing the two of them in a narrow but warm space. Land—The lonely and desolate room that was originally full was completely annihilated by a dim yellow candle.

Outside the window, the sky and night are as clear as washing, and half of the white candles in front of the table are as bright as stars.Every day, the little master sat upright in front of Xue Lanyin and recited the ancient prose, over and over again, with a light and gentle expression, and a low and gentle voice.

Yan Jue's appearance when writing is also really breathtaking and beautiful.His long hair was scattered like ink, tied casually by his ear with a plain hair rope, and occasionally a strand of it would fall down to cover his phoenix eyes, and it happened to fall on his slender hand holding the origami pen, with well-defined white joints, It is also endlessly lingering.

As the saying goes, there is a knife on the head of the word color.

Because Xue Lan put the fluttering color of a fox's tail in front of Yan Jue, she basically didn't dare to show it to the outside world.

Yan Jue doesn't like others touching him, Xue Lanyin knows it in his heart.The need to apply medicine and change clothes when he was seriously injured earlier was already the limit of his patience.On weekdays, even if Xue Lan accidentally touches a small part of his clothes, it will immediately elicit a huge reaction from him, avoiding him like a snake and a scorpion.

Although Xue Lanyin is extra cautious and restrained when getting along with Yan Jue, after all, he is not a monk who rings the bell and recites scriptures all day long in the temple. Whenever he encounters attractive and sweet new things, he always subconsciously wants to go inch by inch. close up.

Xue Lan's ignorant intention was good, but he didn't know how to express it correctly.

He likes Yan Hao, the kind of pure and thoughtless liking like a beautiful object that pleases his heart.

Under the candle lamp, the little master who focused on teaching people to read and write, with drooping phoenix eyes and soft thin lips, revealed a faintly deceptive redness through the faint ray of light like smoke in front of the table.

—It's so fascinating.

Xue Lanyin thought so.Then in a blink of an eye, it was really posted on people.

At that moment, Yan Jue happened to be holding a pen and paper and wanted to speak, but when he tilted his head and two lips, Xue Lan blocked everything with a sudden kiss.

That was their first kiss.

At the same time, it was the second time that Xue Lan had offended him because of excessive conflict.

To what extent did Yan bully become furious?By the time he came to his senses and was about to lose his temper, he had already kicked the person in the chest and flew away, turning the room full of pens, ink, papers, inkstones, tables, chairs and benches upside down.

The strength of kicks that martial arts practitioners are accustomed to is very fast, fierce and terrifying, especially for a young man like Yan Jue who can't hold his breath.If he stepped down in a strong state full of internal strength, the soft internal organs of the human body might be directly smashed to pieces by him.

So when the brute force kicked him out, Yan Jian was so frightened that he froze - it took him a long time to realize it, and he stretched out his hand tremblingly to try to pull him back.

But at that time, Xue Lan's reaction was extremely strong, and she waved her hands tremblingly at him almost in the same terrified tone: "Don't! Don't come here, don't come here!"

Yan Jue only thought that Xue Lan was frightened by him, so he immediately stopped in response, and stood there stupidly at a loss, feeling a little bit wronged in his heart.

At that time, Yan Jue's eyesight hadn't fully recovered, and most of the scenes in front of him were just a mess of confusion.In my impression, Xue Lan huddled in the corner of the wall for a long time because of gritted teeth and sullen head. Yan Jue couldn't see what was going on with him, and he didn't dare to disturb him rashly. Judging from the unbearable gasping sound of the other party, it was probably hurt to see him. the extent of the blood.

The two just stood and squatted, one in front of the window and the other at the base of the wall, neither of them said anything.I don't know how long this stalemate lasted, Xue Lanyin suddenly stood up crookedly, passed him two or three times around the wall without warning, stunned the wooden Yan beside him. Bully was startled again—but before the piece of wood could say a word in embarrassment, the man ignored him and strode out across the threshold, running faster than The rabbit was still fast, but Tuliu Yanju was sluggish and frozen in place, as if he really wanted to say something, but no one was listening carefully beside him.

Yan Jue felt really uncomfortable at that time.

He has always disliked over-familiar physical contact with other people, and his casual touches are almost like probing him repeatedly on the verge of losing his mind, but this time, Xue Lan was actually... so bold and direct Assault on his lips!

Not to mention how frivolous and rude this act is - can an intimate act like a kiss...can be produced between two men?

Does Xue Xiaomao have human relations in his eyes?Can there be morality?Have a sense of shame?

Oh, what...he doesn't seem to have it.

Yan Jue became a little distraught in an instant.

What do you think about a cultural person full of poems and books, and him, a rare bastard with a different thinking in the world?Some of the hard truths of the fixed model really cannot be explained to him by teaching alone.

But now... This strange flower obviously made him kick his feet, and he turned around suddenly and slipped out of the house without a trace.

Yan Jue stood there alone as if he was forced to stand, looking around in the direction of the door eagerly, as if he wanted to go out to find him, but he couldn't see the way at all.

Where did he go?What is there to run?A stunned young man with sound limbs, is he afraid that a limp little lame like Yan Jue will fail to be blind?

Look at this reaction... Could it be anger?Will you ignore him in the future?

Yan Jue stayed in the room alone and thought wildly for a long time.

It had been so long that he almost thought that the person would never come back again, the wooden door was suddenly opened with a "crash" and a burst of force.

Xue Lan walked in with a nonchalant face, as if nothing had happened just now, bent down to pick up the scattered papers, and calmly stabilized the messy tables and chairs in the room. When Wuxin passed by Yan Jue, he seemed to smile flatteringly.

Yan Jue was terrified by his actions.

——He once suspected that Xue Lanyin might be made of mud.

The front feet are obviously still squatting in the corner of the wall and shivering, and the back feet go out as if they have been dismantled and reassembled, exuding a new luster from beginning to end.

Wouldn't he be in pain?Or was the kick from the cripple no deterrent at all?

Yan Jue was wondering for a while, Xue Lan took him by the corner of his clothes as if he was okay, and carefully led him all the way to the table: "Hurry up, sit down, don't worry about getting angry with me." gone."

Yan Jue turned his head in doubt, his vision was still foggy, and the expression and face of the person in front of him could not be seen clearly or completely, it was always a thorn in his heart.

For the first time he realized what a terrible handicap blindness really is.

Such a person is close at hand, whether he is in pain or not, whether he is seriously injured or not, when he is invisible to the naked eye, it will only become a mass of illusion that cannot be felt personally.

He didn't even know whether Xue Lan was laughing at people from the bottom of his heart, or if he was pretending to be good and crying secretly.

However, the facts proved that Yan Jue really thought too much.

Xue Lan, as if nothing happened, smiled and pulled the stunned Yan Jue back to the chair, with a completely temperless look: "Are you really angry... or did I scare you? "

No... just now, shouldn't it be my kick that scared you?

Yan Jue shrank back speechlessly, and wanted to ask him if the injury was serious, but before he could say that, Xue Lanyin had already lowered her head in front of him, and put her hands on top with a "slap" Put your palms together firmly, and apologize to him with the utmost sincerity and sincerity:

"I'm sorry, Master, I know you don't like being touched by others, but I offended you just now, I'm really sorry!"

This kind of "Master" in a good voice can be regarded as causing Yan Jue's panic to turn into a burst of uncontrollable joy.

——Good boy, I taught him so many books in the past, and I never saw him call out master in an upright manner. Now that he has made some mistakes and wants to admit his mistakes and beg for forgiveness, he is finally willing to call master?

But... the point of the problem seems to be not here.

Yan Jue coughed lightly twice, quickly suppressed the sudden complacency in his head, turned around and said to Xue Lanyin hesitantly: "Then what... I kicked you just now..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm fine."

Because Xue Lan still had a smile on her face, she turned around quickly and took something from behind, which was placed heavily in the center of Yan Jue's palm, like a thin and vertical tree branch.

"You are the master, and I am the apprentice. Since ancient times, it has always been a matter of course for a master to beat an apprentice. So...you teach me to read with all your heart, and I will naturally be beaten without complaint." Xue Lan frowned, suddenly He said with a half-smile, "...But Master, it hurts too much when you hit someone. No matter how thick my skin is, I can't stand your torment..."

Yan Jue's throat choked, and he said with a face full of incomprehension: "Your pain is pain, what is the use of this for me?"

Xue Lan rolled his eyes, reached out and patted his head and said: "In the future, if you want to get angry and want to slap me, use this - I just went out and folded it, it's tender and new, I'll give it to you, don't take it with me. I'm angry, okay?"

Yan Jue was holding the little tree with trembling hands, and for a moment, Xue Lan was speechless because of this set of rhetoric—there were too many loopholes, and he didn't even know where to start. Started to be amazed.

Anyway, since that day, no matter how mischievous Xue Lanyin went to the house to expose the roof, Yan Jue never made a serious move against him again.And the little tree stick that was said to be used to teach the disciples, the next day Yan Kai poured water into the small porcelain vase on the window sill, and it became a decoration in name only.

But having said that, after the matter itself caused a very serious psychological shadow on Yan Jue, he began to gradually reflect that he might have some problems that cannot be ignored in the specific steps of teaching people to read.

Ordinary teachers are required to be able to write and memorize while teaching students, that is one aspect, but after all, learning something is not a monk reciting scriptures. Since subjective factors have penetrated into the corners of the learning process, then we must put this Human consciousness is leading in the right direction of thinking—in fact, to put it bluntly, it is to explain the truth to him.

To put it crudely and simply, the reasoning is to tell Xue Lan why he should not be as frivolous and debauched as he is in relation to each other.

"No matter what kind of habits you used to get along with people in the place where you lived before, since you are already in the Central Plains, you have to learn to do as the Romans do. The character of 'filial piety, loyalty, propriety, righteousness, integrity and shame' is the foundation of being a person—you must know that in the old days For a girl who is not out of the cabinet, it would be a waste to let a man look at her more, and there are people like you who have nothing to do, how many people in the world know what moral etiquette is?"

In a large, quiet and spacious wooden house at the bottom of the valley, the faint light of a candle lamp is warm as the tide, and the master and the apprentice sit side by side on the straw couch, peeling fresh wild fruits that have just been picked during the day.

Yan bullied and said, Xue Lanyin just cared about eating.I don't know how much he listened to the words, anyway, most of them were absent-minded. Yan Jue became anxious when he saw it. The wild fruit had just been peeled in half, and he threw the wooden plate on the couch, and asked every word. He said: "Hey, Xue Xiaomao, don't talk about anything else, you should have heard the phrase 'receive or not'? There are always places on people that you can't touch. You should remember it, otherwise you will go out in the future. Don't others think you are a hooligan?"

Even the way the little master threw the wooden plate was extraordinarily...beautiful and ecstasy.

Xue Lan glanced at him, immediately made Ye Guo choke, and after a while said: "'Male and female can't kiss each other', I know... This was originally in our clan, isn't it the same rule? But You're not a girl, so what's there to be shy about us two grown men? We see each other every day without looking up, touching and touching once in a while is unavoidable!"